Thanks to all who have inquired about the state of my bowels. You will be happy to know that my poop has returned to a healthy shape, size, color, and yes, smell. Mama would say that she is the happiest about it, but lets face it, I am the happiest about it. And it’s all thanks to mama’s new-found cooking skills. Well, her new-found boiling skills. For the last few days each night after my walkie I get two heaping bowls of chicken and veggie soup.
And then first thing the next morning I pee like a racehorse. It’s a lotta liquid in that soup!
Here in Portland there are a lot of food carts. Sometimes mobile but sometimes free-standing, they are in most areas of the city and offer quick, affordable, and generally quite yummy food. I’ve seen this cart before (the ladybug on top has caught my eye) but we’ve never stopped until today. It’s called Lickety Split and they serve both pork and vegan meatballs!
I lined up, thinking I was going to get a meatball. Mama quashed that idea because apparently most of the time when someone gives me food I either ignore them or drop it on the floor in semi-disgust. The gal serving was so nice and the food smelled GOOD.
I’m still willing to try sometime tho, mama.
Behold – my chicken soup.
Carrots, beans, and boiled chicken. With a few scoops of the yummo chicken broth. I know that mama is proud – like I said earlier, she had to actually make phone calls to learn how to boil chicken – and being a vegetarian it makes it even tougher for her to cook for me. But mama, your soup is DELISH…
Second helping please!
Love,
Bogart
